His eyes looked like a hunted ferret's.

It was through being shamed and flouted and bullied.

The village lads used to shout 'Bastard' after him." It was then that the baying of the hounds suddenly seemed at hand.

The large eyes quailed before the stark emptiness of the space they gazed into.
"What shall I do--what shall I do ?" Robin said and having said it she did not know that she turned to Lord Coombe.
"You must try to do what we tell you to do--even if you do not wish to do it," he said.

"It shall be made as little difficult for you as is possible." The expression of the Duchess as she looked on and heard was a changing one because her mind included so many aspects of the singular situation.
She had thought it not unlikely that he would do something unusual.
Could anything much more unusual have been provided than that a man, who had absolute splendour of rank and wealth to offer, should for strange reasons of his own use the tact of courts and the fine astuteness of diplomatists in preparing the way to offer marriage to a penniless, friendless and disgraced young "companion" in what is known as "trouble"?
It was because he was himself that he understood what he was dealing with--that splendour and safety would hold no lure, that protection from disgrace counted as nothing, that only one thing had existence and meaning for her.